It is the strangest of times and I find myself wrestling with whether I wish to open a box or two because I know doing so will …
Some Are Mates of Soul
During my walk I thought I smelled a familiar scent and it stopped me in my tracks because there wasn't any reason for it to be …
You Don’t Sound Canadian
Thirty years ago I spent the summer working in a camp outside of Toronto, talking about freeway shootings, sharing bits and pieces …